Chapter 86: Bloodline Inheritance

Liu Agong ultimately sought out Doudou again.

Though slightly afraid of Doudou’s Minghuo , he wasn’t without his own leverage.

Moreover, he was deeply curious about Doudou’s identity—over the years, he’d never encountered such an unusual little ghost.

Of course, Jiang Niangmu’s instigation also played a part.

Thinking of Jiang Niangmu, Liu Agong couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.

When they first met, Jiang Niangmu was like a gentle kapok flower—in Li culture, the kapok is sacred, passionate, and resilient…

The young Liu Agong was utterly bewitched by Jiang Niangmu, giving her his heart and soul.

Then he truly was “stripped of heart and lungs”—when Jiang Niangmu married him, she made him sign a special marriage contract, binding him to serve her for all eternity.

Fortunately, Jiang Niangmu wasn’t entirely heartless; while Liu Agong lived, she bore him children, and their life was happy, without any outrageous deeds.

Liu Agong watched the little girl swirl through the air on a yin wind, and sighed again.

The little one was too young—she just spat fire at him, impossible to communicate with.

But because she was so young, she didn’t know how to conceal her trail, so Liu Agong had long since tracked her direction.

Liu Agong had been dead for many years, and with the “divine object” in his possession, few ghosts in this stretch of coastline dared to disrespect him; the wandering souls scattered everywhere were his ever-present eyes.

This was also Jiang Niangmu’s greatest advantage—she could learn countless secrets without ever leaving home.

To outsiders, Jiang Niangmu possessed great spiritual powers and abilities.

Liu Agong, holding the divine object, raced toward the direction where Doudou had vanished; as a ghost, he could pass through obstacles, so his speed was quite swift.

“De Da said he saw the little girl enter Haiyun Community—no telling if it’s true…”

“It’s not just the little girl who can command yin winds—wonder if she had some special encounter, or shares the same bloodline inheritance…”

…

As Liu Agong raced forward, his thoughts churned.

In this tiny place called Haibin, besides his own wife, he’d never heard of anyone else who could communicate with ghosts.

Could she be from elsewhere in Haibin? As far as he knew, Qionghai had several individuals with bloodline inheritance allowing communication with ghosts.

This group goes by many names—Ghost Speakers, Spirit Mediums, Shamanesses, Shamans, Yin-Yang Masters, Water Masters, Out-Horse Immortals—but fundamentally, they’re all the same.

For instance, Niangmu—this is a unique Li term; in Mandarin, it simply means shamaness.

Of course, most in this group lack bloodline inheritance and are merely frauds with no real ability.

As a tourist city, Haibin likely attracted inheritors from other provinces—only outsiders would be so impolite.

The few inheritors from this province, upon arriving in Haibin, would certainly pay a visit to Jiang Niangmu first.

As Liu Agong was pondering this, he saw a pale blue flame streak across the sky.

Liu Agong turned to dodge—but it was already too late; three figures descended from the air.

“Aowu…”

Doudou first let out a deafening roar, posing as fierce, powerful, and terrifying.

Duoduo clutched her small head, watching Liu Agong warily; the Minghuoying danced around her, copying Shen Siyuan.

As for Yin Xingyue, she merely gazed coldly at him, the Minghuoying resting on her shoulder, awaiting orders to strike.

These three little girls clearly weren’t to be trifled with.

Liu Agong felt tense, gripping the “divine object” tighter, as if it granted him courage.

He didn’t turn and flee—he smiled and greeted the three little girls.

“Why are you following Doudou?” Yin Xingyue asked.

“Doudou?”

Yin Xingyue’s gaze shifted to the little brat yelping “aowu, aowu” beside her.

Liu Agong snapped back to himself and quickly explained: “I saw her extraordinary abilities and wished to inquire about her origins—I mean no harm.”

Hearing the broomstick grandpa say she had abilities, Doudou stopped yelping and looked smug.

“What’s it to you?” Yin Xingyue said coldly.

Due to her own experiences, she was deeply wary of strangers.

If Shen Siyuan hadn’t directly seized her into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, she wouldn’t have lowered her guard so quickly.

So Liu Agong quickly brought up Xia Baokun.

Hearing the word “police,” the little girls immediately relaxed slightly.

Liu Agong inwardly praised—the title of “police” still carried weight; even ghosts gave it some respect.

He didn’t know that the little girls simply viewed police as good people—especially Duoduo, whose father was a police officer, so she naturally held a fondness for them.

After understanding the full story, Yin Xingyue realized the whole matter had originated from her.

So she recounted the events of that day to Liu Agong in broad strokes.

Liu Agong, hearing she could manifest visibly before humans, stared wide-eyed, his voice trembling slightly.

“I wonder… I wonder which lineage you all belong to?”

If only Doudou were unique, he might have thought she’d stumbled upon some rare opportunity—but three unusual little girls appearing together could only mean a bloodline inheritance.

Yin Xingyue didn’t quite understand and looked at him blankly.

Old ghosts are cunning; Liu Agong saw her expression and immediately changed his phrasing.

“Little immortals, do you have elder family members? Might I pay them a visit?”

He didn’t intend to visit rashly—he’d thought it through carefully. These little girls, though possessing strange abilities, had intact ghostly forms, pure energy, and innocent hearts—they were clearly not evil, so their elders likely weren’t either.

Yin Xingyue thought for a moment; she couldn’t decide this herself, so she turned to look at Doudou.

She wanted Doudou to return and ask Shen Siyuan.

But Doudou was clueless—when she saw Yin Xingyue turn to her, she just blinked stupidly, then offered a silly grin, completely unaware of the intent.

Yin Xingyue sighed; she’d been closer to Doudou, so she’d thought of her first—but now she turned again to Duoduo beside her.

“Go tell Brother.”

Duoduo nodded; she was older and smarter than Doudou. At once, she summoned a yin wind and shot skyward.

Watching Duoduo leave, Yin Xingyue continued to stare at Liu Agong.

This made Liu Agong uneasy; so too was Doudou, who quietly reached up and scratched her head—unsatisfied, she scratched again…

Finally, she scratched out the Minghuoying hiding in her hair, which crawled irritably along her shoulder.

Seeing the insects on the two girls’ shoulders—seeming dangerously potent—Liu Agong swallowed hard and smiled nervously: “I’m Liu Wangshui. May I know your names, little immortals?”

No sooner had he spoken than Doudou blurted out: “I’m Doudou, my name is… my name is…”

She couldn’t recall her proper given name for a moment.

So clueless.